Page 48 of The Poster Boy
If you want me to be better, stop being so distracting.
Awww you do like me.
I never said that
You didn’t not say it, therefore it’s true.
That makes no sense .
It does if you’re me.
I know you like me.
Well, I didn’t hate fucking you.
The only thing you hate about me is that I’m beautiful.
He wasn’t wrong. If he was less gorgeous it might be easier to ignore him. But his smile was sunshine bright. He put on a good show for people with it. But I also liked the quieter Marek. The vulnerable one who’d invited me over and had shown me the way he struggled with shit sometimes. The way he was less than perfect. And I hated him a whole lot less after that.
Every time I was with him, my affection for him grew and now it had turned into this barely manageable thing. It was unwieldy, but I was determined that it didn’t matter. That I could deal with it.
I didn’t hate fucking you either.
Marek sent me a picture of him grabbing his hard cock through his sweats.
See what you do to me?
Need help with that?
My own dick had risen to the occasion. It had a Pavlovian response to Marek now. If I thought too much about him, my dick let me know about it. I’d probably jerked off more in the past few weeks than I had in years. And it was all Marek’s fault.
And here I was again, my bare feet padding on the floor as I made my way to my bedroom about to jerk off again. To Marek, again. We hadn’t had phone sex before. I didn’t want to text my way through an orgasm so I did the thing I’dbeen trying not to do ever since I walked in the door after practice.
I called him.
“Jay,” Marek purred my name. “This is a pleasure, but not a surprise.” He sounded pleased with himself and his tone was close to gloating.
“Get your dick out, Myers.” I flopped down on my bed, put the phone on speaker, and grabbed the lube.
“Bossy.” Marek laughed, but I could tell he was doing as told.
“You like me bossy.” I shoved my pants down to mid-thigh and uncapped the lube.
The first touch of my hand on my cock felt like a fucking reward after a long day of pretending that I wasn’t obsessed with him. A long day lying to myself.
“I like you any way I can get you.” Marek’s admission was quickly followed by a moan. “God, Jay.”
“Tell me what you’re doing.”
Marek let out a laugh. “I’m jacking off. I thought that much was obvious.”
“I know you’re jacking off, Myers, but I want to hear what you’re doing. I want you to tell me how hard you are. How your cock feels in your hand. Tell me what you like, Marek.”
There was silence for a second, then he spoke in a soft voice. “I like when you touch me.”
Fuck.
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